Saturday, 28 June 2008

A Moment's Grace

I got lost in my own fairytale.I followed all the rules but I was running late.I adorned my hair with faerie blooms, held forth soft light in my eyes and walked with an angel's tread but the revels had already started.The prince's eye fell elsewhere and far less steady.I found myself useful rather than ethereal.A hand offered and ignored whilst around me all others took their place in the story.Even my mother lay in sheets of vivid red, spelled to ever sleep, murmuring a request for a restoring cup when stirred but blissfully unaware of her predicament.So I gave up.I accepted.I embraced my invisibility and helped myself to the dessert table.And watched as the prince and his chosen princess slowly broke each other's hearts.Whilst I ate cake and made my mother a cup of tea.